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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Short Story: P is for Pussy

This week I made a new online friend named BIC from the Stripped and Humiliated board site. Anyways, she shared with me a handful of poetry and this short story. I'm planning on opening a small section devoted to poetry soon on the blog soon, since BIC was so kind to share some with us and I think a few of us will enjoy them. Thank you!

The following story is not what you might expect from its title. Rather it is a satirical, fictionally-historical, hysterical and humourous mockumentary. As a speculative fiction of futuristic fantasy, it could be called Feminist 451. The story takes place in a land not so far away in a time yet to be when excessive heat from feminism reaches the boiling point and everyone gets burned. But don’t get your knickers in a twist. There’s a happy ending. Btw, This story in no way reflects the opinion of the author. (Well, just a little bit )

P is for Pussy

Dogs chase cats; it’s just in their nature. No one blames them or looks down on them. It’s just Mother Nature doing her thing. Likewise, hounds of the horny male humanoid variety love to chase pussy. But for that these days, they get a bad rep and are called pigs ( Porcus Chauvanisticus Masculanus, to use the proper scientific term ) It’s just not ‘PC” to be a P.C. Porcus Chauvanisticus these days.

For many years the radical feminist girlella movement had cowed government and private institutions into a corner of guilt and put pathetically pandering politicians on the defensive. So defensive were they, that merely being a man’s man was an offense in some circles. Not illegal, but politically incorrect and decidedly immoral.

Women’s Liberation Groups were known to blackball colleagues and associates who were married .... to a man, that is. They were accused of ‘sleeping with the enemy.’ Fem-terrorist conferences went so far as to expel their own lib-sisters if it was discovered they were dating guys. That was called ‘fraternizing with the foe.’

What this radical, exclusive and judgemental approach did to some vulnerable and impressionable women was sad indeed. But that was nothing compared to what it did to men. The cultural changes in North America and Europe saw the male model of manliness eviscerated and emasculated. Traditional roles do shift and flux with the times as well as through technological and economic necessity. No one was denying that. But this latest impact on the male psyche shattered men’s will to an imposed and unnatural degree: by fiat, men were symbolically neutered. They became neither female ( nurturing givers of life ) nor male ( protective and overseeing fortresses of strength. ) Ironically, given the rhetoric and ideology of the era, men were objectified.

Male and female as sex objects was nothing new, of course. In the Victorian Era fig leaves were placed on statues and even paintings to cover up the male genitals. The nude female figure, on the other hand, was considered the essence of human pulchritude and smooth shaven yoni were on display in public galleries with nary a sniff of prudishness from the Christian Ladies Guild or Church of England elders. Woman equaled beauty, man equaled shame. Freudian theorists, for instance, thought the male phallus was just too powerful a figure for the weak willed women of the day.

But the modern reality was far different, indeed its polar opposite. While the smooth shaven Venus Mount was still considered by all the height of beauty, the male phallus lost its inherent power and morphed into its opposite quality; cocks became shameful, not as too powerful an image, but because they symbolized utter impotence. As men’s position and esteem in society lowered, so men themselves, and especially their cocks, became sorry versions of virility, pathetic fallacies...( a pathetic phallus, see) Cock of the Walk became Mock of the Jock.

That’s how it was 100 years into the decline and fall of masculinity. The feminization of men had one purpose only, their humiliation and emasculation. Men became pussies and the more they accepted this role, the less they were regarded by women. And not just by staunch feminists. Woman of all walks of life and persuasion laughed at these male-pussies, these boys-without-balls, these droopy-dicks. The most popular expression among young, giggling girls to describe such men, these pathetic pussies, was ‘Tiny Toms‘.

So Tiny Tom pussies became the male norm and women boasted and bragged, kept the men in their place and thought they had won at last. But life is not that simple. While Tiny Toms had lost any semblance of masculine power, control and virility, they had attained little more than the mere trappings of femininity.

The new culture provided feminized fashion for men, such as bikini style men’s underpants which were redesigned women’s underwear adapted to fit the male physique.

The new culture provided multi-level advertising and subliminal propaganda to reinforce its message, ‘ One cunt good, two balls bad. ‘

The new culture did get them to use male make-up.

The new culture did teach them to do domestic chores.

The new culture did put them into low-paying, meaningless, boring jobs.

The new culture did subject them to humiliating advertising that mocked their nakedness. Ads showed men blushing with shame as clothed women snickered at the guys’ nude and semi-nude state.

But what the new culture did not do is off-set their loss of masculinity.

Men did not, could not, become women, just lesser men. And a woman is not a lesser man. She is a creature unto herself. And that is non-transferable. Tiny Toms did not become Mighty Moms. And despite hormonal injections and increased testosterone dosages, women could not acquire the essence of manhood, just its awkward misplacement in a feminine psyche ( plus coarser body hair. )

The New Order became a perversion of Genesis 1 : 27. “…male and female created He them.” The new cultural order of the day became ‘ Masculine-females and feminine-males are recreated equal. ‘ But it just didn’t work. Just as nature abhors a vacuum, so too it revolted by drastic polar reversals. Things were gradually changing as Tiny Toms turned the tide and took on the Fanatical Feminists. And they did it spontaneously all over the Western World ( Islamic states continued to keep women encased in black sacks to preserve their feminine charms.. but that’s another story.)

Demonstrations in major cities became impossible to control and all media as well as Twitter, YouTube, Facebook and other social networks fueled the fire that now raged as men stood up.. so to speak. For the mass male gatherings were all in the nude. ‘Streak a blow for Manhood’ campaigns saw hundreds of thousands of naked men parading their wares and getting in the face of flabbergasted women. Slogans like “Proud to be a Cock–Jock “ were on placards and banners ( no buttons were worn, for obvious reasons ). Men chanted, “ We’re rude, we’re nude. We’re proud to be a dude! ‘

Finally, one great leader emerged, Bravehard, a man in his early 40’s who looked a lot like a kilt-less, sober Mel Gibson. Bravehard addressed the undressed crowd outside the Big O, Oprah Studios in Chicago. This bare baritone spoke eloquently

They may take away our beer steins and cold pizza,
They may spray Febreeze to clear the manly air of our unwashed bodies,
They may force safety-at-the-cost-of-fun upon us
They may pass bike helmet laws
They may erect plastic playgrounds devoid of fun,
They may banish body hair and sweat with cosmetic chemicals,
They may use fabric softener on our jockstraps,
They may change game rules to take the fun of violence out of sports,
Yes, they may mess with our ball games...”

Bravehard stood tall grabbing his erect penis and cupping his scrotum. His baritone voice ironically hit a higher pitch as he screamed out:

“ But they will not take away our balls!!!”

The Occupy the Jockstrap Movement grew some and things for a time got ugly, downright testy you might say. For months the lads persevered, even into the winter in cities like Boston and Toronto where freezing rain and snowstorms diminished the size of the crowds ( as well as the size of their manhood ) But Bravehard was an outstanding and upright leader of men. He rallied naked men throughout the land to continue the struggle despite adverse conditions. He cried out…

Our cause is just.
Our balls are blue.
Yet we know we must
To our cocks be true!

Other groups were formed, including Men’s True Nation which held monthly demonstrations where they proudly waved bloody flags to show their commitment to sacrifice. Their battle cries rang out!

We’re He-men, not She-men.
Our balls are full of semen!
Our horny cocks are creamin’
‘Cause that’s our right to be men!

In the end, all humiliation was washed away in a wave of new-found pride in their naked male bodies. Men asserted themselves without shame. What’s more, that sense of comfort with their own nudity impressed women of all persuasions.

At last, the feministas surrendered and proclaimed that men would be granted their rights, they would be allowed to display their naked maleness openly and with no stigma attached. Henceforth, the Fem-authorities declared, men will not only be allowed to display their naked genitalia, it will be the law of the land. No buts about it. Men had won the battle.

And, to show their subservience to men, women would no longer parade in skimpy outfits meant to rouse, tease and humiliate men. No, instead women would be clothed at all times in public. But men and boys would not be shackled by image-denying clothing. In fact, clothing was no longer an option for men.

Thus, the CFNM Act was passed by Congress and soon was adopted in all 50 states to become the XXX Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. Men got the right, the privilege and, in fact, the duty to appear in manly fashion, which is to say, naked before clothed women. No longer would naked men be mocked by women....... just enjoyed.

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Annabelle B. is a fan of erotica literature, particularly crossdressing and feminization writings. She currently is an art student seeking a Masters in Illustration. While not working at her store she is enjoying work at her mini studio either writing or drawing.